Post by heatherhomicide on May 17, 2010 19:04:37 GMT -5
CHLOEMARIEMOORE !
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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE
[/color]OUR LIVES ARE RIBBED IN PLASTIC LOVE, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU
SHE LOVED ME TOO, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU, SHE LOVED ME TOO
HERE I AM, HERE I AM, GONNA TAKE YOU[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
nicknames: Cee Cee
age: Sixteen
gender: Female
grade: Sophmore
sexuality: Straight
played by: Rachel Bilson[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
personality: Bubbly fun and happy go lucky. She keeps her head held high and tries to see the best in things. She can be a sweet as pie to you or turn around and be as bitter as posion if you do her dirty. She is open, honest, and fun loving. She loves to laugh often cracking jokes to make light of intese situations. She is extreamly shy but it doen't take long for her to warm up to people. Often seen as the life of the party. She is a great listener and gives great advice.
likes: coffe, anything vanilla the color purple, Music, horror movies,
dislikes: stuck up people, Twilight, and cloudy days, ignorance, and homework.
strengths: Writing, honesty, her creative flow.
weaknesses: guys, a song with a good beat, her friends and a fresh cup of coffee.
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TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
father: David Moore
siblings: one brother and one sister.
significant other (s): if they have one.
pets: a small papillon dog named Gizmo
hometown: Seaside Heights, New Jersey [/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT
[/B][/color]ON AND ON, LOUDER AND LOUDER, IT'LL BUILD AND FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN
TO HATE, SHE SAID HERE I AM, SHE SAID HERE I AM, LOUDER AND LOUDER IT'LL BUILD AND FADE
FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN TO HATE[/center][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]
other characters here: None
best way to reach you: Pm
RP sample:
The wind blew ferociously and whipped around Chloe's tiny frame blowing some of her blond locks into her eyes. Her body shivered slightly as she pulled her emerald green robe around her tightly. Of course is has to be so damn cold the only day I have to buy supplies she thought to herself. Shrugging once she continued to walk slowly checking the scribbled list she had etched on the scrap of parchment. It was barley legible, and she cursed under her breath. If only she didn't like her sleep so much she would of been able to get out early before the huge crowds. The streets now of course, were flooded with noisy people chattering excitedly amongst themselves about the year that was ahead for them. Does this say pewter cauldron or purple what the hell was I thinking she thought as she shivered not only being cold but a on set rage. About a dozen if onlys ran through her head. If only she woke up earlier if, if only she didn't wait until the last second to shop. It wasn't that she was nervous or excited about going to school. On the contrary she was quite non challont about the whole ordeal. She hated school and thought it was a waste of her talent and time.
She then, quite literally, stumbled upon a small stone bench that was almost hidden behind a large woman standing in the way. She banged her leg into the base of the bench and cried out dramatically. " You stupid whore of a bench'' she yelled making more then a few heads turn. "Oh, mind your own damn business'' she sneered back and slumped down and sat herself on the bench. After a few nasty looks her way she looked once more at her pathetic excuse for a shopping list. Secretly she hopped someone who was taking at least some of her classes would have the proper list she needed. It would turn out to be quit a hassle if she had to awkwardly ask each of the shopkeepers what she needed. Which she was not about to do. She was too good to seem like she didn't have everything in control. After all it ran in her family. Her tree was full of a bunch of narcissistic perfectionists that strive for the best at all times. That had passed down from generation to generation. Now it was her turn to live up to the family name. With a small sigh she pulled out some parchment and began to doodle. It was the best thing she thought that would help pass the time.
She then, quite literally, stumbled upon a small stone bench that was almost hidden behind a large woman standing in the way. She banged her leg into the base of the bench and cried out dramatically. " You stupid whore of a bench'' she yelled making more then a few heads turn. "Oh, mind your own damn business'' she sneered back and slumped down and sat herself on the bench. After a few nasty looks her way she looked once more at her pathetic excuse for a shopping list. Secretly she hopped someone who was taking at least some of her classes would have the proper list she needed. It would turn out to be quit a hassle if she had to awkwardly ask each of the shopkeepers what she needed. Which she was not about to do. She was too good to seem like she didn't have everything in control. After all it ran in her family. Her tree was full of a bunch of narcissistic perfectionists that strive for the best at all times. That had passed down from generation to generation. Now it was her turn to live up to the family name. With a small sigh she pulled out some parchment and began to doodle. It was the best thing she thought that would help pass the time.
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